I received an email Monday morning from a friend I've known since childhood asking me to call her immediately. I did and she informed me that her mother had passed away the night before. Even though we haven't seen each other in years, I knew that I had to go to the funeral for support. She, her sister (who I'm also friends with) and her brother-in-law were going to drive out from Oklahoma/Texas to California and then call me to let me know about the funeral arrangements. The drive is about 2 days (if they stop at a motel) 1 day if they don't. I haven't heard anything yet, but I'm afraid that I might end up not being able to go.
This is where the destruction comes in.
Yesterday morning while my husband was out for a run, I picked up my daughter and wrenched my back something awful. It's my own fault for not thinking about how I was picking her up because I bent from the waist instead of from the knees and that's not really good when my 9 month old daughter (10 months in 4 days) weighs 20lbs.
I went to my chiropractor's office yesterday morning to get adjusted and as soon as he saw me he could tell I was in pain, he said it was all over my face. I'm now taking 300mgs of motrin and icing my back (which I'm going to do again once I'm done with this blog) and cannot do much more than that. My husband has had to take the week off work to help me with my daughter and we've had to put my son in day care an extra day this week.
I'm afraid that if my back doesn't get better very soon I probably won't be able to make the 5 hour drive out to El Centro for the funeral without causing more injury to my back. *sigh*
I feel like such a loser and like I'm letting them down.
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Terrible to say but you where close once, not that much any more. Yes, she is in grief but you've got to deal with your household first. My back does that every once in a while it's terrible.
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